She loved when they
made love
and her heart
would peak
She loved the kisses he
planted upon her
cheeks
She loved the lazy
afternoons spent
in the Sunday
sheets
She loved the hands
that could make
her high
without any measure
She made no mention
of
her guilty pleasures
With each day she
would have never
guessed that
he would make her
pay
The bruises he left
were contradictions
to the kisses he
had once planted
The lazy afternoons
were filled with screaming
and *** without
love
But she stayed
She stayed
Why did she stay?
-DDF
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC
She loved when they
made love
and her heart
would peak
She loved the kisses he
planted upon her
cheeks
She loved the lazy
afternoons spent
in the Sunday
sheets
She loved the hands
that could make
her high
without any measure
She made no mention
of
her guilty pleasures
With each day she
would have never
guessed that
he would make her
pay
The bruises he left
were contradictions
to the kisses he
had once planted
The lazy afternoons
were filled with screaming
and *** without
love
But she stayed
She stayed
Why did she stay?
-DDF
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